Category: Old

by P

Hatred.

Its that choking feelingWhen you know you cannot tell anyoneThat deep desire of yoursWhich almost came trueBefore you ruined it This is life.The despair and the smiles a part of it.Where one person makes the journey of a lifetimeAnd the other sobs and hurls abuses to a computer screen. How pitiful.How meagre.How absolutely pathetic.That someone’s happiness pricks you like thorns. I feel anger.I feel helplessness.I feel jealousy.I feel hatred.

by P

Old Melodies

Just last night, the skies grew dark and bolts of lightning glimmered through the clouds – marking the last rains of the season, and the incoming summer.  Perfect time to sit on my rocking chair and hum some of my favourite songs of old, while listening to the low rumbling outside my window.  While I grew up, I heard little to none of these songs – wasn’t a huge TV … Continue reading “Old Melodies” →